L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Katsumi is too lost in the moment to care - or perhaps Suravi has found her desires in perfect alignment with the punkette's. Upon feeling the tigress's hands reaching back to remove her top, Katsumi's hips lift and squirm, temporarily adding more pressure against her chest in favor of getting more room with her lower half. Her hands withdraw to hook her fingers into the hips of her bottoms, and she quickly shoves them down and, with a flick of a leg, tossing them aside. The sudden sensation of open air hitting her is replaced with the heat of Suravi's body as Katsumi's hips plunge back down, meeting the Indian girl firmly. Tightly. All at once overwhelmed with the sensation of full skin against skin. And in the end, she lifts her upper-body enough to cooperate with Suravi removing her top.

Both lie bare together in their 'rematch' - one that either of them would be hard pressed to declare a single individual the winner.

This is the most brazen she's ever been, but the line's been crossed. Katsumi surrenders herself to the heated, inferno of a desire. Her hands scramble in search of Suravi's wrists in an effort to pin them down above her head. Every squirm of her hips causes them to brush together, Katsumi's legs questing for Suravi's to tangle and grapevine at the ankles. All in an effort to recreate that infamous pin, with the fair-skinned girl lying in full body coverage of the Indian.

Suravi knows exactly what Katsumi is trying to do as she sets up the grapevine, and she’s all too eager to assist. She lets her arms and legs go slack, allowing her partner to stretch them out like overcooked noodles. She’s not trying to be masochistic, however. She just knows that the further their twined limbs are extended, the closer their bodies can press together. Being able to take so much pleasure from the same move that finished her earlier feels oddly cathartic. Suravi doesn’t want to make a habit of being pinned, of course. But for someone like Katsumi, she can make an exception this one time. Well, maybe more than once.

She feels the other woman’s weight shift on top of her, briefly releasing one of her wrists. Curious, Suravi lifts her head up to see what’s going on…only for her mouth to fall open in silent awe, as she sees Katsumi shuck off her bottoms. Her womanhood begins to pulse with desire at the sight, filling with unbearable heat, desperate for release.

There’s one problem with that, though: Katsumi has returned to holding both her wrists, and Suravi can’t remove her own panties while she’s trapped in the grapevine. Too overcome for words, she whines and grinds her hips against her captor’s, as if she’s trying to scrub the restricting fabric clean off. She feels the narrow strip of hair above Katsumi’s sex, tickling against her thigh, and moans even louder. Hopefully, her partner will get the message and give her a hand - so to speak.